I will miss all the things I have (ye ye ye um damn)
I will miss making love to my girl (damn I will miss it)
I will miss all my kids (what I lost) my loot, and my friends
I will miss all the times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

Where did things go wrong for me?
Now I'm in the cell
Sitting by myself
Wondering what the hell has happened
My freedom's been taken from me
Now I'm with the liars
Shysters and killers
Rapist, and robbers
Even drug dealers

I don't want my life ending here
I got 5 minutes on the phone with my girl and I'm lonely
And niggas already screaming phone check homie
How will I make it up in here
I want to go home, I ain't down with this
I can't start to tell you all the things I will miss

I will miss all the things I had (oh I will miss)
I will miss making love to my girl
(I will miss making love to my girl)
I will miss all my kids my loot, and my friends (my friends)
I will miss all the times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

Damn god, I've shouldn't had lost my head
Wish someone had stopped me
Why did I lose my cool
Now I'm in the yard with all these other fools
Now I gotta learn a whole new life
Cause here is where I'll be counting down my days
Rotten in my cell, 'til I'm let free
How did my life end up here,
And here is not a game, it's every man for self,
You can't trust no one else,
I'm ready for whatever goes down,
But what type of life is this to live for an R